This was a space riddled with cracks.
The entire world resembled a mirror shattered countless times and then pieced back together. It seemed as though the faintest breeze would reduce this place to complete ruin.
"This place is far too fragile..."
Jiang Ding instinctively held his breath.
Although he was currently only a split soul controlling a Temporary Space Body, and his disturbance to space might not even compare to that of a bee, he still could not be certain whether such a disturbance would trigger a spatial collapse—like a softly spoken word setting off an avalanche.
"This place is completely unusable!"
"Even transporting a Qi Refining cultivator through it might be impossible."
Jiang Ding murmured.
After his divine soul performed a brief calculation, he arrived at a rather heavy conclusion.
This Space Channel was not something naturally formed by nature at all. It was a temporary passage created by an external force brutally piercing through space, only taking shape through coincidence.
Perhaps after another several hundred thousand years, this spatial "dammed lake" would collapse and vanish completely into the Endless Starry Sky.
Filled with deep concern, Jiang Ding restrained his presence with all his might until he became smaller than a speck of dust, then continued deeper into this world that resembled a shattered mirror.
Moving here was extremely difficult. Pitch-black Space Rifts lay everywhere, capable of easily killing Nascent Soul Cultivators.
That was even more true for Jiang Ding in his current state.
His strength was far too weak. He had suppressed every trace of his presence to the utmost and did not dare bring any additional power into this place.
The moment he touched any Space Rift, this Temporary Space Body would instantly explode and perish.
"Slowly..."
Jiang Ding carefully walked forward.
It was like traveling through